Does mooning count? I saw a young woman drop her shorts and moon someone in another car from the back of a hatchback, while driving down an arterial, a long time ago (about 1990). I was maybe 30 feet further back but caught the whole thing. This was in Madison.
All the cars on this road were headed toward (you guessed it) the UW.
About 5 years later, I (chicken that I am ) walked the Bay to Breakers race, fully clothed. Many streakers that day. In fact, that was the whole point.
The World Naked Bike Ride is a thing in about 70 cities across the U.S. and some foreign countries. It started out as a protest against oil dependency but is mostly a lark now, It’s always been clothing optional and more than a few participants can be seen riding completely nude.
I can’t remember whether I ever saw a streaker, in the sense of somebody running naked through an event or place where people were expected to have clothes on.
I sure saw a lot of naked people in the 1970’s, though. Sometimes I was one of them. Casual nudity at home, while swimming, or at gatherings, if the people there were OK with it and the naked people were at least mostly out of sight of those not OK with it, was quite common.
The society seems to me to have since gotten simultaneously much more prudish in some ways and much less so in others. The combination often strikes me as weird.
I was going to say something similar. Lots of co-ed casual nudity back then. At least compared to now.
Opposite Day strikes back. Streaker at nudist cricket game.
…have I seen a streaker?
Yeah, I did. I’s standin’ over there by the tomaters. Through the fruits and vegetables. Nekkid as a jay bird. I hollered, “Don’t look, Ethel!” But it was too late.
She’d already been mooned.
Perhaps the rise of the smartphone has made would-be streakers think twice about “airing their shortcomings” in public?
It was obviously big enough to inspire the song, and I recall either a Time or Newsweek article or issue devoted to it at the time.
One of my HS classmates streaked across the stage in our auditorium during some event back then.
Recently there was a streaker at a Washington Nationals game who crawled into the tarp roller and got stuck.
In the mid-70s a few high school friends streaked through our local diner late one night. Me and another guy didn’t participate (we stayed outside, but could see them through the glass), and a couple of others kept their underpants on. Only 2 were completely nude. They entered the diner, ran around the tables and when they tried to leave, me and the other non-streaker held the door closed from the outside because…well we were teens and it seemed funny at the time (actually, it kind of seems funny now, too). We only let them out when one of the waitresses (the big mean one) started to come after them armed with a frying pan.
We also had a streaker at our HS graduation. He was wearing a mask, but it fell off when he tripped and fell as he ran across the auditorium. Everyone yelled out his name when we saw who it was. I don’t think his parents were happy.
When I was on my first submarine, we had two runs under the ice that had us surface at the North Pole. The first was in the late fall of 1983, and the second in the summer of '85. During the summer one, the crew went topside for a barbecue, and one of the forward ETs* decided to streak the North Pole.
So, streaking did extend into the 80s.
*“Forward ET,” in the sense that he worked forward of the Reactor Room, on non-nuclear power plant equipment. There was never any sense that he was coming on to anyone.
Over here it used to be a temporary occasion for mild hilarity:
But now we have regular TV programmes with full frontal nudity, it doesn’t seem to happen that much
I sort of caught one, maybe.
When I was working campus security while going to school, we had to work the football games to get as many people in uniform as possible.
Just after the end of the game, while people are leaving the stadium, this guy comes onto the sidelines and he’s wearing a bathroom.
I grabbed him from behind, but he convinced me to let him go. he was wearing underwear under his robe so I don’t know if he was going to actually streak or just run around in his boxers.
Saw a couple guys streak through a HS assembly of some sort. Had to be some time from 74-78.
Never did it myself.
I read this sentence several times before giving up and going to the next paragraph.
Had everything on tap, did he?
bathroom = bathrobe
Remind me not to use the bathroom at your house.
(I read on to the next paragraph and figured out what it meant–but was very confused until I did!)
IIRC, the spring of 1974 was the apex of streaking, at least around here.
Three of my college buddies streaked through a local tavern. They were dropped off at the sidewalk in front, ran in through the front door, through the bar, and out the back into the alley, where the same car picked them up. Another friend, who just happened to be one of the photographers for the college newspaper, was waiting in the bar and got a great shot of their backsides as they ran past. He sent the picture to the local daily paper, which published it the next day. A loud and long backlash ensued.
I remember a streaker at the closing ceremonies of the 1976 Olympics. I was 12 and thought it was hilarious. My parents were not as amused; they cut to long-distance shots until he was apprehended. Looking back, I’m pretty sure the dancers on the field were probably kids, so yeah, not funny.
More recently, after Dimebag Darrell was murdered onstage, Anderson Cooper’s show had someone reporting live from a candlelight vigil at his home, and this pinkish-orange thing showed up in the background, wearing nothing but shoes. Yep, a streaker, and four police officers ran after him.